Don't Forget I'm a Lightweight
Chapter 2: You're Worth More than This
Jack’s POV
I knew Alex was something when I heard him singing earlier, it hasn’t been the first time I saw him standing there in the cold weather though. When ever I saw him playing
I had always just stopped to hear him play and that song he played today I knew he had been hurt badly and misses someone he loves a lot. I’m guessing it was that brother he was telling me about in the store, he said him dying of Cancer after all. He must have been really close to him, I mean a boy is normally close to their older sibling am I right?
When I saw the scared boy run out of the store I quickly paid for the coat and gloves and I knew I couldn’t let the poor, beautiful boy get away from me. As I run down Thames Street I see a body rolling down the hill towards the park, knowing it was Alex’s I pulled full force and hauled my body to save him.
Catching Alex before he finally hit the rocks just waiting for him down by the banks, I held in my arms and looked at all of his features in detail. His face I saw had small scar by his eye, I wonder what caused that, certainly not by fall because it looks like it’s been there for years. Oh what does he have to go through? Feeling his tiny body I realize his ribs are showing, Alex please don’t be starving yourself, you’re too beautiful for this, you’re worth more than this. His arms are covered in scars, more likely from self harm and bruises line up along his arms and legs where the scars aren’t. Is he getting hurt at home? Why does this have to happen like this, I do expect more damage if he goes back home. By the looks of it he could be a student at Dulaney, the place where I’m teaching after the break is over for twelfth grade U.S History. He would be too young for me but I’d take the risk just to be with the scared, walled up child.
After about sitting in the cold snow for about fifteen minutes with the broken boy in my hands I stand up with Alex still out of it in my arms bridal style and take him to my car, but before I head off I put the newly bought coat and gloves on him. We can’t have popsicle in my car can we?
Turning up the heat, I drive down the road to my house I had moved into not even a few days ago. It’s a large brick mansion close to town but also near the country too. I don’t know why I bought so large of a house,I don’t need that much space, easily I could just live in a small apartment but with the money I received from my dad’s will I decided to blow off the billion dollars on a house. Obviously the house didn’t cost a billion but only a small portion of it, he was one of the biggest doctors in the United States so he got paid tons. A good question is why I’d get a teaching job is crazy since I could live comfortably without a job for the rest of my life time but giving back to the community is something I have always enjoyed. Teaching is no issue for me, plus I’d rather be teaching to students that hate me than be sitting on my ass doing nothing all day long.
Finally turning down the boulevard I park in the large driveway in front of the huge mansion just waiting for someone to come inside of its entrance.
Alex is still out cold so I quickly run to the other side of the car and hold him in my arms once more. Even with him so out of it he is adorable. Please wake up Alex, I want to hear your voice once more, plus we can’t have you asleep forever right?
Walking into the large house with a bit of an issue with finding the right key to the house, I get in and walk down the glass spiral staircase to the basement where the brick fireplace and black recliners sit, just waiting to be used. I don’t tend to come down here enough, I’m always busy just waiting to see the broken boy sing his wonderful tunes to the world.
I take a seat in the recliner and sit Alex on my lap like a small child. He really is all skin and bones, maybe he can let me in and tell me what’s wrong. I won’t force him though, nobody should be forced to open up if they don’t want to.
“Baby boy, wake up. I just want to hear your voice and help you out, I know there is something wrong and I just want to save you from your misery.” I whisper into his ear, holding him close to my chest and just dozing off a bit, not knowing what may come to happen.
I knew Alex was something when I heard him singing earlier, it hasn’t been the first time I saw him standing there in the cold weather though. When ever I saw him playing
I had always just stopped to hear him play and that song he played today I knew he had been hurt badly and misses someone he loves a lot. I’m guessing it was that brother he was telling me about in the store, he said him dying of Cancer after all. He must have been really close to him, I mean a boy is normally close to their older sibling am I right?
When I saw the scared boy run out of the store I quickly paid for the coat and gloves and I knew I couldn’t let the poor, beautiful boy get away from me. As I run down Thames Street I see a body rolling down the hill towards the park, knowing it was Alex’s I pulled full force and hauled my body to save him.
Catching Alex before he finally hit the rocks just waiting for him down by the banks, I held in my arms and looked at all of his features in detail. His face I saw had small scar by his eye, I wonder what caused that, certainly not by fall because it looks like it’s been there for years. Oh what does he have to go through? Feeling his tiny body I realize his ribs are showing, Alex please don’t be starving yourself, you’re too beautiful for this, you’re worth more than this. His arms are covered in scars, more likely from self harm and bruises line up along his arms and legs where the scars aren’t. Is he getting hurt at home? Why does this have to happen like this, I do expect more damage if he goes back home. By the looks of it he could be a student at Dulaney, the place where I’m teaching after the break is over for twelfth grade U.S History. He would be too young for me but I’d take the risk just to be with the scared, walled up child.
After about sitting in the cold snow for about fifteen minutes with the broken boy in my hands I stand up with Alex still out of it in my arms bridal style and take him to my car, but before I head off I put the newly bought coat and gloves on him. We can’t have popsicle in my car can we?
Turning up the heat, I drive down the road to my house I had moved into not even a few days ago. It’s a large brick mansion close to town but also near the country too. I don’t know why I bought so large of a house,I don’t need that much space, easily I could just live in a small apartment but with the money I received from my dad’s will I decided to blow off the billion dollars on a house. Obviously the house didn’t cost a billion but only a small portion of it, he was one of the biggest doctors in the United States so he got paid tons. A good question is why I’d get a teaching job is crazy since I could live comfortably without a job for the rest of my life time but giving back to the community is something I have always enjoyed. Teaching is no issue for me, plus I’d rather be teaching to students that hate me than be sitting on my ass doing nothing all day long.
Finally turning down the boulevard I park in the large driveway in front of the huge mansion just waiting for someone to come inside of its entrance.
Alex is still out cold so I quickly run to the other side of the car and hold him in my arms once more. Even with him so out of it he is adorable. Please wake up Alex, I want to hear your voice once more, plus we can’t have you asleep forever right?
Walking into the large house with a bit of an issue with finding the right key to the house, I get in and walk down the glass spiral staircase to the basement where the brick fireplace and black recliners sit, just waiting to be used. I don’t tend to come down here enough, I’m always busy just waiting to see the broken boy sing his wonderful tunes to the world.
I take a seat in the recliner and sit Alex on my lap like a small child. He really is all skin and bones, maybe he can let me in and tell me what’s wrong. I won’t force him though, nobody should be forced to open up if they don’t want to.
“Baby boy, wake up. I just want to hear your voice and help you out, I know there is something wrong and I just want to save you from your misery.” I whisper into his ear, holding him close to my chest and just dozing off a bit, not knowing what may come to happen.
Notes
Okay so apparently Jack is a fucking billionaire and his mansion looks like this: http://thinksoul25.files.wordpress.com/2011/08/cantonment_-milestone_-red-brick-mansion-a_01.jpgBecause why the hell not right?
Who thinks Alex will wake up from being out cold next chapter?
I want to know what you think and ideas for the next chapter, I'd like to make this fan oriented as much as I can.
I was going to write yesterday but I didn't have time at all.
Till darkness completes us,
Sarah's Butterflies
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Thank you!!!
1/15/14